A Kiss and I will Surrender || A Frerard Fanfic

Chapter 7

It has been two weeks since Bert had called Gerard. Three weeks since him and Frank last talked.

Whenever Frank would see him in school, the older would look away. Everytime Frank spoke to him, Gerard wouldn't respond. All he would do was look at his phone and text Bert. Gerard's behavior was killing Frank. Why wouldn't his best friend talk to him anymore? What did he do wrong? If he would know he would apologize. He wanted to talk to his best friend about it. He wanted to sort things out.

It also wasn't like Frank wasn't trying to contact him. Gerard wouldn't answer to his calls and to his texts. He had called Mikey and asked if something was wrong with Gerards phone, because he wouldn't answer. But the younger brother told him that Gerards phone was fine, that he was texting with Bert a lot and that he seemed fine otherwise. Frank leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, taking his phone out and calling Gerard again. This wasn't normal. Gerard always replied to him. He would at least text him. Frank waited a few seconds, listening to the constant beeping.

"Hey, this is my mailbox. Leave a message, I'll text you back", Gerards soft voice called out before the long beep came. Frank hung up and threw his phone onto the passenger seat. He started to pull at his hair, successfully fucking it up and put the key into the ignition. Okay. Gerard wanted to ignore him.

Guess he had to make himself be more obvious then.

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A few hours later Frank smiled at his hair, looking into the mirror. Yeah, this would definitely catch Gerards attention more than normal. He had cut and dyed his hair. The top of it was black, falling into a fauxhawk in the back. His sides were short, bleached and his fringe looked even longer now that the top was a little shorter. He smiled, running his fingers through his hair, grinning at the now permanent letters tattooed onto his knuckles. Yes, he was, in fact, still sweet 16 years old. But he knew a guy.

Don't get him wrong. Frank didn't get them tattooed for Gerard. He wanted to get "Halloween" on them anyways. Getting that now or in five years didn't matter to him.

Frank picked his best clothes out of his closet. A white button up and black skinny jeans that weren't even ripped. Impressing Gerard wasn't his first intention, but he might as well do it. It would look a little better, in his opinion, if he dressed up to apologize for whatever he did wrong to Gerard, instead of showing up in his dirtiest clothes and unkempt. Maybe it wouldn't be that stupid if he was truly desperate to get Gerard back. Like if all he would do was cry because he missed his best friend. But Frank wasn't like that. He could cry and he would probably cry, but not yet. He hadn't given up and he wouldn't even dare think about giving up before he hadn't tried everything he could.

He put on a red tie just for the sake of it and walked down the stairs, calling out to his mom that he would be back soon, and grabbed his car keys and leather jacket.

After pulling it on quickly he got into his car and started to drive towards Gerards house. On his way there he thought about what he would say. He would try to stay as calm as possible. If Mikey would open the door, he would probably just let him in and talk to Gerard. Mikey knew that Frank and his brother hadn't talked in a while, and it worried him as well. Especially, because he knew that Frank tried to talk to him. It wasn't like his brother to act this way, but Mikey couldn't get any information out of Gerard as well. He had told Frank that all Gerard did right now was talk to Bert.

Bert.

Frank didn't hate that Gerard had a friend besides him. It was more the fact, that Gerard seemed to forget about him completely, because now everything was about Bert. He wanted Gerard to be happy. He didn't mind that he had a crush on Bert; Gerard had a crush on Bert, even if he wouldn't see it. But he did mind that Gerard was about to forget about him. That he was ignoring him.

Frank pulled up into the Ways driveway, parking behind Gerards car and taking a deep breath. Okay, he was home. After he had calmed himself down, he pulled the keys out and got out of his car, closing the door behind him and walking up to the front door. He ran his hand through his hair one more time before he knocked and waited.

It was already dark outside but he knew that Gerard was still up. He could see the light coming from the basement windows. The door got unlocked and Frank looked back up at it, his hands shaking slightly. It wasn't cold at all, it being the middle of August, but Frank knew that he wasn't shaking because of the cold. Mikey stood in the doorway, wearing Star Wars pyjama pants and a black shirt, a small frown on his face.

"Frank?", he asked softly, worry clear in his voice.

"I want to talk to Gerard. You know that I wanted to", Frank replied, shifting from one foot to the other.

"I know that you wanted to, but-".

"What?"

"I don't know if right now is the best time...", Mikey trailed off, looking down at his feet.

"Him ignoring me like this is killing me", Frank almost whispered, his hands shaking even more. "I know he's home Mikey, please, let me talk to him".

"Okay", Mikey sighed and stepped aside. Frank thanked him quickly and walked into the house, immediately heading for the stairs to the basement. Gerard's door was open slightly and Frank smiled as he heard David Bowie singing softly. He smoothed his shirt down and walked into Gerards room.

"Hey Gee, look I-", he started but stopped as he saw the scene in front of him.

Gerard was on his bed, smiling and blushing. Next to him was another guy. Around his size, with slight stubble on his face and longish, black hair. His hand was holding Gerards jaw as they were kissing softly.

They hadn't even noticed Frank, until Gerard pulled away from the kiss slightly, his hands still tangled into the guys hair. Gerard whispered something Frank couldn't make out. But he was happy. He flashed a small smile to the guy next to him, his small white teeth showing. The guy leaned in again, capturing Gerards lips with his own in a quick kiss. Gerard giggled against the guys lips, smiling down at his lap and then looking up to the side slightly. That's when he noticed Frank and jumped, causing the guy to jump as well and look up at the door, where Frank stood. His legs and arms completely numb. His mouth slightly open in disbelief. His heart beating faster than ever.

"Oh! Frank, fuck!", Gerard laughed slightly, his hand sliding down and resting on the guys shoulder. "You scared me", he giggled and moved some hair out of his face. Frank didn't respond. He couldn't.

Here am I floating round my tin can

Gerard seemed to notice this and cleared his throat quickly before talking again. "Uhm... Frank, this is Bert", he said, gesturing to the guy next to him. Bert didn't say anything. He looked at Frank and waved at him slightly, uncomfortable as well.

Far above the moon

"He's my boyfriend". There was a pause. The only things heard were David Bowie, singing and Frank, breathing.

Planet Earth is blue

Frank found himself running out of the house, ignoring Gerard calling after him. Just like the tears that now ran freely down his cheeks.

And there is nothing I can do...